As though their crowd could never be but right,
They march to war ignoring all the lies.
It's me the fool who cringes at the plight,
As they, the sane, ignore our anguished cries.
They march to war ignoring all the lies,
Forgetting they're commanded not to kill,
As they, the sane, ignore our anguished cries,
With little thought to all the blood they spill.
Forgetting they're commanded not to kill,
It's freedoms they have fought for, but from what?
With little thought to all the blood they spill,
It's freedoms lost at home for which they fought.
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